The storm and the following walker invasion in Alexandria had definitely taken a toll on the survivors, and Kasper was definitely one that took it the worst. Despite all of his military training, over the past few years he had grown to find he couldnât stand be couped up for long. The days trapped in the house had set him on edge, longing for fresh air and a long run, but he had had to stay put âtil the very end.
The battle had calmed a lot of his nerves, letting him work out his pent up energy, even if it had almost sent him into the fight with wreckless abandon, but somehow he still felt like he had too much energy, and he didnât know how to get rid of it.
He had already been on a run âtil his lungs burned and his legs all-but gave out on him, and yet here he was, stood looking out over the lake in the center of Alexandria, feeling as restless as ever, and it took every ounce of willpower left in him to not startle when he heard footsteps walk up behind him.
âIâve never longed for a cigarette since the outbreak more than I do right now,â he stated blankly over his shoulder, looking at the other as he shoved his hands into his pockets. âNot like I can get any now though, last I checked they were all gone from the supplies.â
Taking a walk around this place would clear his head. Or he hoped it would at least. There was so much going on that Dwight almost couldnât stand it. They were still cleaning up from the mess of the storm and the walkers. There was almost more than he could handle doing. He needed a break. From looking at dead things and looking at Negan. Heâd lie over and over and say that he didnât care about Sherry anymore, that it didnât bother him that he was whoâd helped her. But he lied. every time he lied.Â
Looking over at the sound of a voice Dwight stayed quiet for a few minutes before he let out a sigh. âYou know what.â Pulling a cigarette from his pack he held it out to the man. âTake one of mine.â he was tired. Too tired to try to play Savior right now.
